Chapter tital: Thirteenth
Quote: Superstitions bring bad luck
Friday the thirteenth" B yelled her hair whipping around her face in the wind. Several eyes looked up from what they were doing. The only pair that didn't belonged to the person who responded "what the fuck are you talking about bitch?" Matt asked as she continued to play a game on her Ipod. Raito giggled earning a glare from B.
"What?" Raito asked raising her hands in defence "It was funny, I never said I agreed with what she said." B glared a bit harder "I thought psychotic murderers were supposed to stay together" "DIE VOLDEMORT DIE, haha bitch that's what you get for killing a Weasley!" Everybody's eyes turned to Matt after her exclamation. Matt looked up before shrugging "he killed Fred that's what he gets."
"Bellatrix actually killed Fred" Misa pointed out to Matt with a roll of her eyes. Matt humphed before blowing a piece of auburn and blue hair out of her face "whatever he still killed Fred in a way, if he hadn't gone evil Bella wouldn't have joined and Fred would have lived."
"you just died" Raito said looking over Matt's shoulder "like five times." Matt blinked before looking down. Her eyes went wide "fuck" she cursed angrily going back to her game and shutting out the world once more. Raito put her book down to look up at B, who had taken a seat on the limb of a tree. B smirked down at the younger girl "hey" Raito said a small smile on her face.
"hey yourself" B said giving her a playful wink. B earned a glare of her own "really? your going to start this again? last time you started doing stuff like this I thought your boyfriend was gonna punch me" the brunet complained a frown on her face that only ended up being a pout. B jumped down from the tree and shoved Raito playfully "you know I'm just joking" she said "besides its Friday the thirteenth, my lucky day" a devilish grin appeared on her face before she kissed Raito's cheek and ran. Raito blinked before jumping up "IM GOING TO KILL YOU KILL YOU SO HARD YOU'LL BE DEAD!" she ran after B her angry screaming being heard throughout the court yard. A few people looked up from there lunches wondering what was going on.
"I told her yesterday" Near whispered quietly making herself known "she just thinks Friday the thirteenth is her lucky day"
